*mystical-machine-gun

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About Me Premium Member Procrastinator mystical-machine-gunUnited Kingdom

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A writer who lives on their Muse is like a girl who lives on her looks.

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MarigoldsYou died two days ago, slumped in your chair From heart failure. You look out on your garden, Your pride and joy. You gave your all in there.
The flowers in your window box harden, Becoming stale under the harsh sun. Were You alive, you'd tend to them, dear Gordon. Marigolds
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07:44'Fuck you, world,' he said, drawing the curtains as the sharp rays of golden sunshine cut through the room. He threw himself on his back onto his thin metal bed and slept for another hour. 07:44
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ChalkChalk
"I'm a complicated guy, sweetheart."
She turned her gaze from his strong, pale face to the brutally-beaten body on the floor. The body belonged to the overweight, balding butcher in whose coldroom they were standing, surrounded by slaughtered cows and pigs strung upside-down. The butcher's bloodied apron covered his face. After absorbing the sight, she returned her gaze to him.
"Chalk…" she whispered.
He shrugged.    "Sweetheart," he said, "you know I've said on many occasions that if I had the upper hand, I'd put into the heads of those who abuse animals an indiss Chalk
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SmokerA man crosses a street at night. He smokes a cigarette, the tip of which winks like a demon's eye in the night. He wants to quit. He wants to become a priest. Smoker
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i could sleepwalk

I could sleepwalk down these August days. Watch cottonwood burst like popcorn and limp in clusters through white traces of jets upon dirt blue sheets.
I could stand here by trash cans tumbling styrofoam cups and coke can ashtrays hanging like apples in ash and bags of shellac. Count blessings on one hand. Ignore the truck that beeps and backs, tips the flies, the can, the fruit.
I could lie on concrete solid like clotted milk, feed ants inch by foot by liver by yard then wake and shine, wink and dim if possums freeze in passing lanes, swell by `ndifference

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*sakky-attack

As *sakky-attack correctly identified the man in !threeonesevenseveno's avatar for my competition, she gets six pieces of her work (her choices) and six of her faves (her choices) featured by me for one month on my page!

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Featured 'til December 12, 21:18 UK time!

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About me:

As a member of this community I want to integrate, see the world through art, and promote art (*helping-the-unknown).

My projects on deviantART

I made ~InformationDesk, which is now inactive. I also made ~Opportunity-Corner and *helping-the-unknown.

~InformationDesk was a project dedicated to providing help to non-English-speaking deviants in their native language (as deviantART's FAQ is available only in English). I had grouped together a small volunteer team of deviants who spoke Spanish, Portuguese, French, German, and Swedish. I couldn't invite any more, because I was advised by a senior member of deviantART to close ~InformationDesk down or risk annoying the $taff. So I closed it down.

~Opportunity-Corner is a project dedicated to promoting fine examples of community mindedness here on dA.

*helping-the-unknown is a project dedicated to giving new and underappreciated talented deviants the recognition they deserve.

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You can find me in a number of chatrooms including #helpingtheunknown, #devart, and #ARSTOCK.

By all means say hi!